Opening Prayer: (Leader)

Father, precious in your sight is the death of the saints, but precious above all is the love with which Christ suffered to redeem us. In this life we will fill up in our own flesh what it is still lacking in the sufferings of Christ; accept this as our sacrifice of praise, and we shall even now taste the joy of the new Jerusalem. 

  1. Antiphon: (Choir) God did not spare his Son, but gave him up to suffer for our sake. 

Reading: (Lector) Wisdom 1:13-16, 2:1, 10-20

God did not make death,
nor does he rejoice in the destruction of the living.
For he fashioned all things that they might have being,
and the creatures of the world are wholesome;
There is not a destructive drug among them
nor any domain of Hades on earth,
For righteousness is undying.

It was the wicked who with hands and words invited death,
considered it a friend, and pined for it,
and made a covenant with it,
Because they deserve to be allied with it.

For, not thinking rightly, they said among themselves:

Let us lie in wait for the righteous one, because he is
annoying to us;
he opposes our actions,
Reproaches us for transgressions of the law
and charges us with violations of our training.
He professes to have knowledge of God
and styles himself a child of the LORD.
To us he is the censure of our thoughts;
merely to see him is a hardship for us,
Because his life is not like that of others,
and different are his ways.
He judges us debased;
he holds aloof from our paths as from things impure.
He calls blest the destiny of the righteous
and boasts that God is his Father.
Let us see whether his words be true;
let us find out what will happen to him in the end.
For if the righteous one is the son of God, God will help him
and deliver him from the hand of his foes.
With violence and torture let us put him to the test
that we may have proof of his gentleness
and try his patience.
Let us condemn him to a shameful death;
for according to his own words, God will take care of him.”

Psalm (All) 40:2-14,17-18

 I waited, I waited for the Lord
and he stooped down to me;
he heard my cry.

He drew me from the deadly pit,   
from the miry clay.
He set my feet upon a rock
and made my footsteps firm.

He put a new song into my mouth,
praise of our God.
Many shall see and fear
and shall trust in the Lord.

Happy the man who has placed
his trust in the Lord
and has not gone over to the rebels
who follow false gods.

How many, O Lord my God,
are the wonders and designs
that you have worked for us;
you have no equal.
Should I proclaim and speak of them,
they are more than I can tell!

You do not ask for sacrifice and offerings,
but an open ear.
You do not ask for holocaust and victim.
Instead, here am I.

In the scroll of the book it stands written
that I should do your will.
My God, I delight in your law
in the depth of my heart.

Your justice I have proclaimed
in the great assembly.
My lips I have not sealed;
you know it, O Lord.

I have not hidden your justice in my heart
but declared your faithful help.
I have not hidden your love and your truth
from the great assembly.

O Lord, you will not withhold
your compassion from me.
Your merciful love and your truth
will always guard me.

For I am beset with evils
too many to be counted.
My sins have fallen upon me
and my sight fails me.
They are more than the hairs of my head
and my heart sinks.

O let there be rejoicing and gladness
for all who seek you.
Let them ever say: The Lord is great,
who love your saving help.

As for me, wretched and poor,
the Lord thinks of me.
You are my rescuer, my help,
O God, do not delay.

 Hymn: O Sacred Head Surrounded

  1. Antiphon: (Choir) He was led like a lamb to the slaughter;
    no complaint from his lips against the evil done to him. He was
    given up to death

Reading: (Lector) Luke 22:39-53

 Then going out he went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives, and the disciples followed him. When he arrived at the place he said to them, “Pray that you may not undergo the test.” After withdrawing about a stone’s throw from them and kneeling, he prayed, saying, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup away from me; still, not my will but yours be done.” And to strengthen him an angel from heaven appeared to him. He was in such agony and he prayed so fervently that his sweat became like drops of blood falling on the ground. When he rose from prayer and returned to his disciples, he found them sleeping from grief. He said to them, “Why are you sleeping? Get up and pray that you may not undergo the test.”

While he was still speaking, a crowd approached and in front was one of the Twelve, a man named Judas. He went up to Jesus to kiss him. Jesus said to him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” His disciples realized what was about to happen, and they asked, “Lord, shall we strike with a sword?” And one of them struck the high priest’s servant and cut off his right ear. But Jesus said in reply, “Stop, no more of this!” Then he touched the servant’s ear and healed him. And Jesus said to the chief priests and temple guards and elders who had come for him, “Have you come out as against a robber, with swords and clubs? Day after day I was with you in the temple area, and you did not seize me; but this is your hour, the time for the power of darkness.”

 Psalm (All) 38

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger;
do not punish me, Lord, in your rage.
Your arrows have sunk deep in me;
your hand has come down upon me.

Through your anger all my body is sick:
through my sin, there is no health in my limbs.
My guilt towers higher than my head;
it is a weight too heavy to bear.

My wounds are foul and festering,
the result of my own folly.
I am bowed and brought to my knees.
I go mourning all the day long.

All my frame burns with fever;
all my body is sick.
Spent and utterly crushed,
I cry aloud in anguish of heart.

O Lord, you know all my longing:
my groans are not hidden from you.
My heart throbs, my strength is spent;
the very light has gone from my eyes.

My friends avoid me like a leper;
those closest to me stand afar off.
Those who plot against my life lay snares;
those who seek my ruin speak of harm,
planning treachery all the day long.

But I am like the deaf who cannot hear,
like the dumb unable to speak.
I am like a man who hears nothing
in whose mouth is no defense.

I count on you, O Lord:
it is you, Lord God, who will answer.
I pray: Do not let them mock me,
those who triumph if my foot should slip.”

For I am on the point of falling
and my pain is always before me.
I confess that I am guilty
and my sin fills me with dismay.

My wanton enemies are numberless
and my lying foes are many.
They repay me evil for good
and attack me for seeking what is right.

O Lord, do not forsake me!
My God, do not stay afar off!
Make haste and come to my help,
O Lord, my God, my savior!

Hymn: Ah, Holy Jesus

 Antiphon: (Choir) The price of your redemption was not

  1. something of fleeting value like gold or silver, but the costly
    shedding of the blood of Christ, the lamb without blemish.

 Reading: (Lector) Isaiah 53:1-10

Who would believe what we have heard?
To whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
He grew up like a sapling before him,
like a shoot from the parched earth;

He had no majestic bearing to catch our eye,
no beauty to draw us to him.
He was spurned and avoided by men,
a man of suffering, knowing pain,

Like one from whom you turn your face,
spurned, and we held him in no esteem.
Yet it was our pain that he bore,
our sufferings he endured.

We thought of him as stricken,
struck down by God and afflicted,
But he was pierced for our sins,
crushed for our iniquity.

He bore the punishment that makes us whole,
by his wounds we were healed.
We had all gone astray like sheep,
all following our own way;

But the LORD laid upon him
the guilt of us all.
Though harshly treated, he submitted
and did not open his mouth;

Like a lamb led to slaughter
or a sheep silent before shearers,
he did not open his mouth.

Seized and condemned, he was taken away.

Who would have thought any more of his destiny?

For he was cut off from the land of the living,
struck for the sins of his people.
He was given a grave among the wicked,
a burial place with evildoers,

Though he had done no wrong,
nor was deceit found in his mouth.
But it was the LORD’s will to crush him with pain.
By making his life as a reparation offering,
he shall see his offspring, shall lengthen his days,
and the LORD’s will shall be accomplished through him.

Canticle: (All) Habakkuk 3:2-4, 13a, 15-19

O Lord, I have heard your renown,
and feared, O Lord, your work.
In the course of the years revive it,
in the course of the years make it known;
in your wrath remember compassion!

God comes from Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Paran.
Covered are the heavens with his glory,
and with his praise the earth is filled.
His splendor spreads like the light;
rays shine forth from beside him,
where his power is concealed.
You come forth to save your people,
to save your anointed one

You tread the sea with your steeds
amid the churning of the deep waters.
I hear, and my body trembles;
at the sound, my lips quiver.

Decay invades my bones,
my legs tremble beneath me.
I await the day of distress
that will come upon the people who attack us.

For though the fig tree blossom not
nor fruit be on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive fail
and the terraces produce no nourishment,

Though the flocks disappear from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
Yet will I rejoice in the Lord
and exult in my saving God.

 Hymn: My Song Is Love Unknown


  1. Antiphon: (Choir) He has plunged me into darkness

 Reading: (Lector) Lamentations 1: 12-14, 16, 18, 20, 22

Come, all who pass by the way,
pay attention and see:

Is there any pain like my pain,
which has been ruthlessly inflicted upon me,
With which the LORD has tormented me
on the day of his blazing wrath?
From on high he hurled fire down
into my very bones; He spread out a net for my feet,
and turned me back.

He has left me desolate,
in misery all day long.
The yoke of my rebellions is bound together,
fastened by his hand.

His yoke is upon my neck;
he has made my strength fail.
The Lord has delivered me into the grip
of those I cannot resist.

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes!
They stream with tears!
How far from me is anyone to comfort,
anyone to restore my life.
My children are desolate;
the enemy has prevailed.”

Listen, all you peoples,
and see my pain:

My stomach churns,
And my heart recoils within me:

How bitter I am!
My groans are many,
my heart is sick.”

 Psalm (All) 143:1-11

Lord, listen to my prayer:
turn your ear to my appeal.
You are faithful, you are just; give answer.
Do not call your servant to judgment
for no one is just in your sight.

The enemy pursues my soul;
he has crushed my life to the ground;
he has made me dwell in darkness
like the dead, long forgotten.
Therefore my spirit fails;
my heart is numb within me.

I remember the days that are past:
I ponder all your works.
I muse on what your hand has wrought
and to you I stretch out my hands.
Like a parched land my soul thirsts for you.

Lord, make haste and answer;
for my spirit fails within me.
Do not hide your face
lest I become like those in the grave.

In the morning let me know your love
for I put my trust in you.

Make me know the way I should walk:
to you I lift up my soul.

Rescue me, Lord, from my enemies;
I have fled to you for refuge.
Teach me to do your will
for you, O Lord, are my God.
Let your good spirit guide me
in ways that are level and smooth.

For your name’s sake, Lord, save my life;
in your justice save my soul from distress.

Motet: Adoramus Te (Palestrina)


  1. Antiphon: (Choir) Jesus Christ loved us, and poured out his own blood for us to wash away our sins.

Reading: (Lector) Matthew 27:11-26

Now Jesus stood before the governor, and he questioned him, “Are you the king of the Jews?”* Jesus said, “You say so.” And when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he made no answer. Then Pilate said to him, “Do you not hear how many things they are testifying against you?” But he did not answer him one word, so that the governor was greatly amazed.

Now on the occasion of the feast the governor was accustomed to release to the crowd one prisoner whom they wished. And at that time they had a notorious prisoner called Barabbas. So when they had assembled, Pilate said to them, “Which one do you want me to release to you, [Jesus] Barabbas, or Jesus called Messiah?” For he knew that it was out of envy that they had handed him over. While he was still seated on the bench, his wife sent him a message, “Have nothing to do with that righteous man. I suffered much in a dream today because of him.” The chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowds to ask for Barabbas but to destroy Jesus. The governor said to them in reply, “Which of the two do you want me to release to you?” They answered, “Barabbas! Pilate said to them, “Then what shall I do with Jesus called Messiah?” They all said, “Let him be crucified!” But he said, “Why? What evil has he done?” They only shouted the louder, “Let him be crucified!”

When Pilate saw that he was not succeeding at all, but that a riot was breaking out instead, he took water and washed his hands in the sight of the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. Look to it yourselves.” And the whole people said in reply, “His blood be upon us and upon our children.” Then he released Barabbas to them, but after he had Jesus scourged,* he handed him over to be crucified.

Psalm (All) 54:1-6, 8-9

O God, save me by your name;
by your power, uphold my cause.
O God, hear my prayer;
listen to the words of my mouth.

For proud men have risen against me,
ruthless men seek my life.
They have no regard for God.
But I have God for my help.
The Lord upholds my life.

I will sacrifice to you with willing heart
and praise your name for it is good:
for you have rescued me from all distress
and my eyes have seen the downfall of my foes.

 Motet: David’s Lamentation (Billings)


    1. Antiphon: (Choir) From noon until three o’clock, there was darkness over the whole world. I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep.

    Reading: (Lector) Lamentations 3:14-41

    I have become a laughingstock to all my people,

    their taunt all day long;

    He has sated me with bitterness,

    filled me with wormwood.

    He has made me eat gravel,

    trampled me into the dust;

    My life is deprived of peace,

    I have forgotten what happiness is;

    My enduring hope, I said,

    has perished before the LORD.

    The thought of my wretched homelessness

    is wormwood and poison;

    Remembering it over and over,

    my soul is downcast.

    But this I will call to mind;

    therefore I will hope:

    The LORD’s acts of mercy are not exhausted,

    his compassion is not spent;

    They are renewed each morning—

    great is your faithfulness!

    The LORD is my portion, I tell myself,

    therefore I will hope in him.

    The LORD is good to those who trust in him,

    to the one that seeks him;

    It is good to hope in silence

    for the LORD’s deliverance.

    It is good for a person, when young,

    to bear the yoke,

    To sit alone and in silence,

    when its weight lies heavy,

    To put one’s mouth in the dust—

    there may yet be hope—

    To offer one’s cheek to be struck,

    to be filled with disgrace.

    For the Lord does not

    reject forever;

    Though he brings grief, he takes pity,

    according to the abundance of his mercy;

    He does not willingly afflict

    or bring grief to human beings.

    That someone tramples underfoot

    all the prisoners in the land,

    Or denies justice to anyone

    in the very sight of the Most High,

    Or subverts a person’s lawsuit—

    does the Lord not see?

    Who speaks so that it comes to pass,
    unless the Lord commands it?

    Is it not at the word of the Most High

    that both good and bad take place?

    What should the living complain about?

    about their sins!

    Let us search and examine our ways,

    and return to the LORD!

    Let us lift up our hearts as well as our hands

    toward God in heaven!


    Psalm (All) 22

    My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    You are far from my plea and the cry of my distress.
    O my God, I call by day and you give no reply;
    I call by night and I find no peace.

    Yet you, O God, are holy,
    enthroned on the praises of Israel.
    In you our fathers put their trust;
    they trusted and you set them free.
    When they cried to you, they escaped.
    In you they trusted and never in vain.

    But I am a worm and no man,
    scorned by men, despised by the people.
    All who see me deride me.
    They curl their lips, they toss their heads.
    “He trusted in the Lord, let him save him;
    let him release him if this is his friend.”

    Yes, it was you who took me from the womb,
    entrusted me to my mother’s breast.
    To you I was committed from my birth,
    from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
    Do not leave me alone in my distress;
    Come close, there is none else to help.

    Many bulls have surrounded me,
    fierce bulls of Bashan close me in.
    Against me they open wide their jaws,
    like lions, rending and roaring.

    Like water I am poured out,
    disjointed are all my bones.
    My heart has become like wax,
    it is melted within my breast.

    Parched as burnt clay is my throat,
    my tongue cleaves to my jaws.

    Many dogs have surrounded me,
    a band of the wicked beset me.
    They tear holes in my hands and my feet
    and lay me in the dust of death.

    I can count every one of my bones.
    These people stare at me and gloat;
    they divide my clothing among them.
    They cast lots for my robe.

    O Lord, do not leave me alone,
    my strength, make haste to help me!
    Rescue my soul from the sword,
    my life from the grip of these dogs.
    Save my life from the jaws of these lions,
    my poor soul from the horns of these oxen.

    I will tell of your name to my brethren
    and praise you where they are assembled.

     Chant: Vexilla Regis


  1. Antiphon: (Choir) When we were his enemies, God reconciled us to himself by the death of his Son.

 Reading: (Lector) 1 Peter 2:21-24

For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example that you should follow in his footsteps.

“He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.”

When he was insulted, he returned no insult; when he suffered, he did not threaten; instead, he handed himself over to the one who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body upon the cross, so that, free from sin, we might live for righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.

 Psalm (All) 88

Lord my God, I call for help by day;
I cry at night before you.
Let my prayer come into your presence.
O turn your ear to my cry.

For my soul is filled with evils;
my life is on the brink of the grave.
I am reckoned as one in the tomb;
I have reached the end of my strength,

Like one alone among the dead,
like the slain lying in their graves,
like those you remember no more,
cut off, as they are, from your hand.

You have laid me in the depths of the tomb,
in places that are dark, in the depths.
Your anger weighs down upon me;
I am drowned beneath your waves.

You have taken away my friends
and made me hateful in their sight.
Imprisoned, I cannot escape;
my eyes are sunken with grief.

I call to you, Lord, all the day long;
to you I stretch out my hands.
Will you work your wonders for the dead?
Will the shades stand and praise you?

Will your love be told in the grave
or your faithfulness among the dead?
Will your wonders be known in the dark
or your justice in the land of oblivion?

As for me, Lord, I call to you for help;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Lord, why do you reject me?
Why do you hide your face?

Wretched, close to death from my youth,
I have borne your trials; I am numb.
Your fury has swept down upon me;
your terrors have utterly destroyed me.

They surround me all the day like a flood,
they assail me all together.
Friend and neighbor you have taken away:
my one companion is darkness.

 Hymn: There Is A Green Hill Far Away


  1. Antiphon: (Choir) Our shepherd, the source of the water of life, has died.
    The sun was darkened when he passed away. But now man’s captor is made captive.

 Reading: (Lector) John 19:25-30

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

After this, aware that everything was now finished, in order that the scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I thirst.” There was a vessel filled with common wine. So they put a sponge soaked in wine on a sprig of hyssop and put it up to his mouth. When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, “It is finished.” And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.

Canticle: (All) Philippians 2:6-11

Though he was in the form of God,
Jesus did not deem equality with God
something to be grasped at.

Rather, he emptied himself
and took the form of a slave,
being born in the likeness of men.

He was known to be of human estate
and it was thus that he humbled himself,
obediently accepting even death,
death on a cross!

Because of this,
God highly exalted him
and bestowed on him the name
above every other name,

So that at Jesus’ name
every knee must bend
in the heavens, on the earth,
and under the earth,
and every tongue proclaim
to the glory of God the Father:

Hymn: When I Survey The Wondrous Cross


  1. Antiphon: (Choir) They buried the Lord and sealed the tomb by rolling a large stone in front of it.

 Reading: (Lector) Mark 15:42-46

When it was already evening, since it was the day of preparation, the day before the sabbath, Joseph of Arimathea, a distinguished member of the council, who was himself awaiting the kingdom of God, came and courageously went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Pilate was amazed that he was already dead. He summoned the centurion and asked him if
Jesus had already died. And when he learned of it from the centurion, he gave the body to Joseph. Having bought a linen cloth, he took him down, wrapped him in the linen cloth and laid him in a tomb that had been hewn out of the rock. Then he rolled a stone against the entrance to the tomb

 Psalm (All) 16

Preserve me, God, I take refuge in you.
I say to you Lord “You are my God.
My happiness lies in you alone.”

You have put into my heart a marvelous love
for the faithful ones who dwell in your land.
Those who choose other gods increase their sorrows.
Never will I offer their offerings of blood.
Never will I take their name upon my lips.

O Lord, it is you who are my portion and cup,
it is you yourself who are my prize.
The lot marked out for me is my delight,
welcome indeed the heritage that falls to me!

I will bless you, Lord, you give me counsel,
and even at night direct my heart.
I keep you, Lord, ever in my sight;
since you are at my right hand, I shall stand firm.

And so my heart rejoices, my soul is glad;
even my body shall rest in safety.
For you will not leave my soul among the dead,
nor let your beloved know decay.

You will show me the path of life,
the fullness of joy in your presence,
at your right hand happiness for ever.

 Chant: Crux Fidelis